For the crown of our life as it closes Is darkness, the fruit thereof dust; No thorns go as deep as a rose's, And love is more cruel than lust. Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives; And marriage and death and division Make barren our lives.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

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Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which. by Algernon Charles Swinburne

Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

twins body spirit

Today will die tomorrow. by Algernon Charles Swinburne

Today will die tomorrow.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

dies tomorrow today

I remember the way we parted, The day and the way we met; You hoped we were both broken-hearted And knew we should both forget.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

broken remember way

I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep Of what may come hereafter For men that sow to reap: I am weary of days and hours, Blown buds of barren flowers, Desires and dreams and powers And everything but sleep.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

laughter flower dream

For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered isgrief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

flower spring time

From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

thanksgiving success motivational

Love, as is told by the seers of old, by Algernon Charles Swinburne

Love, as is told by the seers of old,

Algernon Charles Swinburne

heart love life

His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep. by Algernon Charles Swinburne

His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

vision sleep life

If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain We'd hunt down Love together, Pluck out his flying-feather, And teach his feet a measure, And find his mouth a rein; If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

pain queens kings

And the best and the worst of this is That neither is most to blame, If you have forgotten my kisses And I have forgotten your name.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

blame kissing names

When I hear that a personal friend has fallen into matrimonial courses, I feel the same sorrow as if I had heard of his lapsing into theism — a holy sorrow, unmixed with anger.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

theism marriage sorrow

Where might is, the right is: by Algernon Charles Swinburne

Where might is, the right is:

Algernon Charles Swinburne

strong house long

Blossom by blossom the spring begins. by Algernon Charles Swinburne

Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

april-and-spring flower-blossom spring

Fate is a sea without a shore, and the soul is a rock that abides... by Algernon Charles Swinburne

Fate is a sea without a shore, and the soul is a rock that abides.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

rocks fate sea

In hawthorn-time the heart grows light. by Algernon Charles Swinburne

In hawthorn-time the heart grows light.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

grows light heart

Despair the twin-born of devotion. by Algernon Charles Swinburne

Despair the twin-born of devotion.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

despair twins devotion

There is no such thing as a dumb poet or a handless painter. The essence of an artist is that he should be articulate.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

dumb artist essence

Thou has conquered, O pale Galilean. by Algernon Charles Swinburne

Thou has conquered, O pale Galilean.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

pale christianity

I that have love and no more by Algernon Charles Swinburne

I that have love and no more

Algernon Charles Swinburne

love-you sweet life

In friendship's fragrant garden, by Algernon Charles Swinburne

In friendship's fragrant garden,

Algernon Charles Swinburne

garden flower weather